So I went, against my better judgment, on the advice of my advisers and generals for one last battle. It was a gigantic surrender on my part. The cancer has won the war. Good effort for anything you put towards the effort, every little prayer for me and my family.
On the one hand they found this out before the docs started cutting into my face. On the flip side they said I'd die of chocking on myself in a matter of days. I would have preferred to have been able to make the dissension to get a tracheotomy on my own. Personally I'd rather die.
And I will die. Not immediately, once I get home. Depending on how much work has to go into trake care I may stay a month up or wait til the lord decides he needs me up there (despite my lack of faith) and calls me up in about 4 months from now.
Honestly I am ready for the end. I was really hoping it would come with surgery. I'm still in immense amount of pain and the hospital hasn't done anything to help. But I'm tiered and grumpy. I'll retry to write something tomorrow. Lots of Love ,
-Your Favorite Dead Guy ,
--Noah
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